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Chapter 3: A Steamy Encounter
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2025-03-26 02:19:49She should have left.
She should have turned around, walked back through the curtain, and pretended she never saw him standing there, like that, half-dressed, pale, very pale skin illuminated by the dim backstage lighting.
But she didn’t.
and before she could realize, she moved towards him.
Something in her chest was pulling, like a magnet drawn to something it shouldn’t be. Her pulse pounded in her ears, louder than the muffled music from the afterparty, louder than her own common sense.
Deverell didn’t move.
He just watched her, unreadable, his shirt hanging open, his breath slow and steady like he was waiting.
She stopped just inches from him, her head tilting as she studied his face, the sharp lines of his cheekbones, the impossible perfection of his features, the mouth that was slightly parted as if he had just exhaled a breath he hadn’t meant to take.
"So rude, so entitled...", she scrunched her eyes, her cheeks red from the drinks. Deverell tilted his head in amusement.
What was it about him?
Why did she feel like she knew him?
Why did she hate how much she wanted to touch him?
She was drunk, stupid, angry, and she knew this was reckless, but the ache in her chest—the one left by her ex’s betrayal, by the world’s cruelty—needed an escape.
And Deverell was right there. Tempting. Dangerous. Unmovable.
Her fingers reached for his collar, gripping the fabric of his half-unbuttoned shirt.
She expected him to step back. But he didn’t.
She was close enough that he could smell the whiskey on her breath, mixed with something else, something familiar, something dangerous.
She should not be this close. She should not be looking at him like that. Like she wanted to devour him. Like she had the right to.
And yet, he couldn’t move away.
His body, his senses, everything screamed at him to pull back, to stop this before it unraveled. And in this moment, he felt more tipsy than her.
And then she gripped his shirt tighter, her knuckles white, her breath shallow.
Before he could think, before he could rationalize what was happening—
Her lips crashed into his.
She moved without thinking, as if something took control of her.
The moment her mouth met his, heat shot through her like wildfire, consuming every last rational thought she had left.
His lips were warm, firm, motionless for only a second before he gave in. Then it felt like something snapped.
His hands were on her waist, pulling her closer, pressing her against him. She gasped against his mouth, her fingers sliding into his dark hair, fisting it as if she needed to keep him there.
His breath was ragged, his body impossibly tense beneath her hands. It wasn’t just a kiss. It was a collision. A war. It was something violent and unspeakably wrong, but neither of them stopped.
For Deverell, she tasted like whiskey and something sweeter, something familiar. He should have pulled away. Should have stopped this before it spiraled into something neither of them could undo.
But her mouth was hot and insistent, her body pressed into his, and his control, the control he had perfected over centuries, was slipping away.
Her hands were on his bare chest now, fingertips tracing the hard lines of his muscles, as if memorizing him.
A low sound rumbled in his throat as he pushed her back against the vanity, his palms flattening against the cool surface beside her hips.
Luna arched into him, her body soft in all the right places, fitting against him too easily, too perfectly.
His lips trailed from her mouth to her jawline, then lower, hovering over her throat. She gasped as his teeth grazed her skin.
And that was when something hit him. A pulse. A faint memory. A whisper of something ancient clawing its way back to the surface.
His hands tightened around her waist, his breath turning uneven.
He didn’t know her. He should have stopped. She wasn't for him, and somehow he could not.
She felt it too. The moment his mouth touched her throat, something shifted. It wasn’t just lust. It was something deeper, something buried in her bones, clawing its way out.
She sucked in a breath, her hands gripping his shoulders. “Deverell—” She didn't know why she said it.
He suddenly stilled. Like he had just remembered something. Like he had just woken up from a dream he hadn’t realized he was in.
His hands tensed, his entire body going rigid. A sharp inhale. A hesitation that hadn’t been there a moment ago.
Then, he pulled back. Abruptly. A bit violently.
Luna stumbled, blinking up at him in shock. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his fists clenched at his sides. He was looking at her like he had just made a mistake.
Like she was a mistake. Something inside her twisted, pain, humiliation, anger.
And, just as quickly as it started, the moment was over.
Deverell stepped back, running a hand through his tousled hair, his lips still swollen from hers.
“Go.”
One word. Cold. Detached. Like nothing had just happened.
Luna’s heart lurched. Her hands trembled at her sides, her breath still heavy, still uneven.
This time she could not hide it from him. She was in confusion, rage.
"What the fu..." She fell to the ground, unconscious.
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The door clicked shut. Deverell exhaled slowly, staring at the now-empty hallway where Luna had disappeared.He had done the right thing. He had. Then why the hell did it feel like a mistake?He raked a hand through his hair, frustration simmering beneath his skin. Everything about this situation was wrong.Luna Grimes was not supposed to be in his house, in his clothes, in his damn head.Yet the memory of last night lingered—the way her lips had felt against his, the heat of her body pressed against his, the unexplainable pull that had gripped him the moment she stepped into that makeup room.Her scent, unfamiliar, yet it crept in, riding his senses.A mistake. That’s all it had been. Thats what he wanted to believe.Deverell turned away from the door, only to stop short when he saw the tray of untouched food sitting on the small table near the bed. The hangover soup he had made for her. The coffee, still steaming.The toast, slightly burnt because he had been too distracted making s
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The studio was silent aside from the soft hum of Luna’s computer and the rhythmic clicking of her mouse. The dim overhead light cast long shadows, givng the space a smaller feel than it had. She adjusted the exposure on yet another photo, her eyes scanning for imperfections, for blemishes. The pictures from the day before yesterday’s shoot needed to be submitted soon. Usually, she enjoyed this process—fine-tuning the details, working on the light and shadows, bringing out the depth of emotion in each frame. But tonight, her focus wavered. Because he was in them. Deverell Blackwood. A name that commanded attention. A man who thrived in the spotlight. And a man Luna had no interest in thinking about, especially after waking up in his house, wrapped in his clothes, with nothing but his cryptic words and her own rage echoing in her mind. She scowled, shaking the thought away. It had been a mistake. One she wouldn’t repeat. She leaned back in her chair, rolling the stiffness from he
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Luna adjusted the focus on her camera, exhaling softly as she framed the next shot.Deverell and Kensy laying across the velvet couch in the center of the set, their bodies draped in perfect elegance. The world around them caught its breath, as if even time itself didn’t dare disturb the illusion they had established.She should be used to this.Photographing beautiful people, actors like this, trained in seduction, in longing, in looking at someone as if they were the only thing that mattered in the whole world.But watching Deverell this way? It was not the same.She told herself it was just the lighting. The way his bare chest caught the glow of the overhead bulbs, the way his long fingers skimmed Kensy’s arm, his touch was just enough to suggest intimacy and not possession.It was only a role he was playing. That’s what she needed to remember. And why should it matter ro her.But still, her fingers tightened a little around the camera, a strange tension coiling in her chest as she
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The lights were too bright.Deverell sat on the edge of the worn-out leather chair, his elbows resting on his knees, his shirt rumpled from the previous scene. The set around him was silent now, just the quiet hum of cameras, the occasional murmurs from the crew, the hollow emptiness that came with the final day of filming.The last scene. The last time he would step into this role.Most actors felt a kind of grief when wrapping up a film, an ache for the character they had embodied for months, but Deverell felt nothing.The cameras cut. The world reset. And he walked away. As he always did.The director clapped his hands, voice booming across the space. “That’s a wrap! Congratulations, everyone!”Cheers erupted, some of the crew embracing, others already breaking down equipment.Deverell stood, slipping off the heavy coat he had worn for the scene, rolling his shoulders as he smiled at the producer approaching him. After an exchange of conversation, he grabbed his things.He had sear
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The door clicked shut. Deverell exhaled slowly, staring at the now-empty hallway where Luna had disappeared.He had done the right thing. He had. Then why the hell did it feel like a mistake?He raked a hand through his hair, frustration simmering beneath his skin. Everything about this situation was wrong.Luna Grimes was not supposed to be in his house, in his clothes, in his damn head.Yet the memory of last night lingered—the way her lips had felt against his, the heat of her body pressed against his, the unexplainable pull that had gripped him the moment she stepped into that makeup room.Her scent, unfamiliar, yet it crept in, riding his senses.A mistake. That’s all it had been. Thats what he wanted to believe.Deverell turned away from the door, only to stop short when he saw the tray of untouched food sitting on the small table near the bed. The hangover soup he had made for her. The coffee, still steaming.The toast, slightly burnt because he had been too distracted making s
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The first thing she noticed was the sheets, they were soft, unfamiliar, and felt expensive.The second was the room, dark, minimalistic, or hollow of emotions, and nothing like her apartment.A slow, heavy pounding in her head reminded her of the alcohol still thick in her system. She groaned, shifting beneath the sheets, only to realize, "This isn’t my bed."A sharp breath left her lips as her body went rigid, her heart slamming against her ribs.She forced her eyes open, blinking through the haze, taking in the unfamiliar space she was in. The bedroom was spacious but cold, decorated in sleek blacks and deep grays. The air smelled faintly of something woody, expensive, and dangerously intoxicating.And then she looked down, at her own self under the sheets. She was not in her clothes from last night.Instead, she was wearing a loose black T-shirt and drawstring sweatpants, clothes far too large to belong to her.From the looks of them, they were men's clothing.Oh, hell no.Panic c
A Thousand Lives Between Us Chapter 3: A Steamy Encounter
She should have left.She should have turned around, walked back through the curtain, and pretended she never saw him standing there, like that, half-dressed, pale, very pale skin illuminated by the dim backstage lighting.But she didn’t.and before she could realize, she moved towards him.Something in her chest was pulling, like a magnet drawn to something it shouldn’t be. Her pulse pounded in her ears, louder than the muffled music from the afterparty, louder than her own common sense.Deverell didn’t move.He just watched her, unreadable, his shirt hanging open, his breath slow and steady like he was waiting.She stopped just inches from him, her head tilting as she studied his face, the sharp lines of his cheekbones, the impossible perfection of his features, the mouth that was slightly parted as if he had just exhaled a breath he hadn’t meant to take."So rude, so entitled...", she scrunched her eyes, her cheeks red from the drinks. Deverell tilted his head in amusement.What wa
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Luna adjusted the focus on her camera, exhaling softly as she framed the next shot.Deverell and Kensy laying across the velvet couch in the center of the set, their bodies draped in perfect elegance. The world around them caught its breath, as if even time itself didn’t dare disturb the illusion they had established.She should be used to this.Photographing beautiful people, actors like this, trained in seduction, in longing, in looking at someone as if they were the only thing that mattered in the whole world.But watching Deverell this way? It was not the same.She told herself it was just the lighting. The way his bare chest caught the glow of the overhead bulbs, the way his long fingers skimmed Kensy’s arm, his touch was just enough to suggest intimacy and not possession.It was only a role he was playing. That’s what she needed to remember. And why should it matter ro her.But still, her fingers tightened a little around the camera, a strange tension coiling in her chest as she
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